#now i stare at the wall for another hour.

[notenoughdragons]

okay so i actually wrote something for this bc the idea possessed me, please enjoy everyone :3

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The ruin’s… well, ruined. Half a cave, perhaps an underground temple, but the walls on the surface are mostly rubble. Still, beside the entrance looms a statue of a wolf, overgrown with moss and lichens and ivy, yet otherwise whole.

Solas sucks in a quiet breath. Saar gives him a look.

“You all right?” she asks quietly. Felassan is already climbing onto the statue’s back, egged on by Sera.

“I—yes. Of course.”

Saar watches him a moment longer, then pats his back. “All right. Tell me if that changes, will you?”

“Saar!” Sera yells. “Look! Does Fenny wanna play fetch?”

She’s holding up a big stick, pretending to throw it for the statue. Saar snorts out a giggle. Felassan, meanwhile, stands on the statue’s back and is resting his elbows on the wolf’s head, watching all of them.

“What is this, the tenth statue like this?” Saar muses as she approaches. “Someone either really wanted to make sure the Dread Wolf stays out, or they actually liked him.” She reaches out to pet the wolf’s snout. Felassan’s eyes follow the motion like wisp lights.

“There are stories of Fen’Harel where he—” he begins.

“Legends born from nothing but superstition, I'd wager,” Solas interrupts flatly from behind Saar.

Saar keeps her hand on the stone. Lets her magic seep through her skin. And from deep within the carved rock, a whisper responds…

“This isn’t superstition,” she says. “I think—someone tried to protect this place? There are, were wards woven into this. But they set them into a statue of Fen’Harel, like he’s… I don’t know, the guardian of this place?”

Felassan rests his cheek on one hand, eyes still lilac-bright. His gaze drifts somewhere past Saar.

“I wonder what he’d think of that,” he says. “Of you, calling him a guardian, I mean.”

“Well, I know what Keeper Deshanna would call me for it, and it’s a reckless fool.” Saar chuckles. “But she called me that for plenty of other reasons too.” Absently, she pats the wolf’s flank as she goes past it to the entrance of the underground area. “Let’s see what he’s protecting, huh?”

“Thank Andraste’s knickers and tits and ass,” Sera groans. “I thought you were gonna have another hour-long yapping about old elf shit.”

Saar grins. “Oh, I can do both, trust me.”

Halfway down the stairs, she turns around to see where in the blights Solas and Felassan have gotten to because neither of them made so much as a peep. They’re still standing before the entrance, staring at each other. Felassan’s leaning against the wolf statue’s chest, arms crossed, radiating belligerence. Solas’ knuckles are pale where they wrap around his staff, his spine a stiff line. Saar half expects them to start screaming at each other and is about to haul them down the stairs…

“Oi! You two’re gonna get grown over if you keep loiterin’ like that!”

Like a spell releasing, they relax, and turn to follow.

That’s gonna explode at some point, Saar is pretty sure. But for now, they’ve got a ruin to explore.

Solas had to kill Felassan because Felassan would have heard that a man named Solas joined the Inquisition and signed up immediately just to follow the Inquisitor around and be like “you know this reminds me of a Dalish legend about Fen’Harel stop me if you’ve heard this one before have I told you about the time Andruil almost tricked him into being her lover for a year” while Solas sweats bullets in the background knowing he can’t interrupt or stop him without looking suspicious as hell

[mayajadewrites]

deprivation

shota aizawa x reader

characters: shota aizawa, fem! reader

synopsis: the teachers of UA are out at a bar for their weekly happy hour. aizawa is (reluctantly) there, sipping on a beer after a long week of dealing with his students. reader has had a long week dealing with her own classes and other hero work, so she's letting loose tonight.

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), smut!!!

IM BACK! this is the first thing i've written in months so pls be kind to me :) i've missed u guys!

"Another round, bartender!" Present Mic, Hizashi, slams down his shot glass and smiles at the bartender with his pearly white teeth as he lowers his glasses on his nose.

You feel the warm liquid go down your throat as you throw back yet another shot - courtesy of Hizashi and Nemuri. Your mouth curves into a pout as you feel the burning sensation down your esophagus, shaking your head.

"Fuck, what was that? Acid?" You take a sip of water, shaking your head as you look over at Shota Aizawa, who's leaning lazily on the wall next to the table, his gaze lazily on you.

"Tequila." He speaks up quietly before sipping on his beer. He has his hair half up, half down and his sleeves are rolled up slightly so you can see his forearms. His muscular, manly forearms.

The truth is, you've had feelings for Aizawa for awhile now. You're pretty good at masking them, however you can have to stop yourself from letting your feelings crawl up your throat and out of your mouth.

You've known Aizawa for about 3 years, been friendly and even had some lunches together in the faculty break room.

He's a friend. A coworker. A colleague. And he doesn't do relationships, according to... well, everyone.

Being a teacher and a hero means your schedule is always busy. Almost no time to relax, except the weekly happy hour.

"Well, it's gross." You look up at Aizawa for a moment before turning your attention back to Hizashi and Nemuri.

Aizawa chuckles lightly before shaking his head, going back to being quiet and observing.

Another drink can't hurt.

It must've been a couple hours later, but you've lost most of the control of your limbs and mind. Shot after shot, drink after drink - your mind was hazy.

Your eyes are half lidded as you rest your cheek on your palm, shamelessly staring at Aizawa as you give him a warm, drunk smile.

"You're cut off." He says, putting his beer bottle on the table. You give him an uncharacteristic pout, leaning up slightly.

"You're no fun." You stand up, almost falling as you try to stand up straight. You feel large, warm hands on your hips, catching you before you fall.

When you look up, you're almost hypnotized by the dark eyes that are staring back at you.

"I'm taking you home." Aizawa says, grabbing his jacket, then helping you put yours on.

When you lift your arms, a pout is still on your face as he pulls the sleeves over your arms. He's treating you like a child. "I can put my jacket on myself."

Aizawa looks at you, giving you a knowing look before he rolls his eyes, pulling your sleeves up. He doesn't answer verbally, but you know he's saying some sarcastic remark in his head.

You pull your purse over your shoulder, running your fingers through your hair to try to gain some sort of control. To feel something.

You feel the strands of your hair, taking a breath as you look down. How did you get so drunk? Did the bartender put more liquor in the drinks than usual?

You feel Aizawa's large hand grip your arm, gently pulling you out of the bar. You hear a mess of drunk goodbyes, most of the other teachers probably won't even remember you left.

The cold air hits your skin when you walk outside, immediately crossing your arms over your chest. Aizawa looks down at you, giving you a soft smirk before taking his keys out of his pocket to unlock his car.

Like the gentleman he is, he ushers you into the passenger seat, closing the door softly. You lean your head on the window, closing your eyes as you try to breathe slowly.

"You okay for me to drive?" He looks at you, the keys already in the ignition.

You only nod, your hands on your thighs as your fingers fumble with the rips in your jeans.

"I'm sorry you have to drive me home." You say after a few minutes of silence.

"I'd rather me take you home then you get in some Uber drunk." His eyes are on the road, not looking at you for a second.

Your eyes fall down his arms to his hands, almost mesmerized by them. His hands are big, slightly rough from his years of teaching and hero work, the veins visible.

Fuck.

When he pulls up to your apartment, you sigh as you look at the front of your building. Aizawa looks at you, finally, and huffs softly. "Come on, before you throw up in my car."

Was the apartment clean enough? Did you leave your clothes out that you were picking out before work?

It's too late to give a shit now.

You unlock the front door to the apartment, sighing as you took your shoes off and looked around the room. It's not messy, thank goodness.

Your cat Salem (yes he's an all black cat, how cliche but cute), trots up to the door and rubs his body against your calves, stopping in front of Aizawa. You didn't look, but you could feel the glare Salem was giving him.

When you turn around to look at Aizawa in the doorway, your cheeks flush pink. He's leaning against the doorframe, his broad shoulders on full display as your eyes wander his body.

When you finally look in his eyes, he's already looking into yours.

"Are you okay if I go?" He clears his throat, standing up straight, looking away from you for a moment.

No. Fuck no, it's not okay. You wanted to say.

It might be the liquor talking, but - "N-no. I'm not okay for you to leave."

Aizawa blinks, looking rather confused as he stays leaning against the doorframe. "Why not? Are you gonna be sick or something?"

You close your eyes, pressing your palms to your face as you sigh, shaking your head.

"My quirk isn't mind reading, you know. You have to tell me what you're thinking." He steps into your apartment. Just one step, but a step none the less.

You remove your hands from your face, looking up at him as he steps closer to you. Damn, he's handsome. His hair is wavy, some pieces framing his face, a slight pink in his cheeks from the cold temperature outside.

"I want you to stay here with me." You slur your words slightly, wincing after hearing the way they came out. He gives you a sympathetic look, shaking his head slightly.

"I don't know if-"

"What, you have a girlfriend? A wife? A fuck buddy?" The liquor keeps talking. You're more confident now as you speak, but the liquor in your system has nearly taken over.

"No, I don't. But you're drunk, and -"

"And what!" Your voice is almost a whine when you look up at him. He's looking down at you, a slight - very slight smirk on his lips as he speaks slowly.

"You just need to sleep, okay? I'll help you -" He reaches his hand out to usher you to your bedroom, but you refuse to leave from the spot you stand.

He's still touching your arm, but you're closer to him now. You can smell his cologne, musk with a hint of vanilla. Your fingers gently press to his broad chest, gauging his reaction.

He doesn't move, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. You toy with the button on his shirt, pressing it between your thumb and index finger.

When you look up into his eyes, he's staring into yours again. This time he doesn't look away.

This is it. This is your shot.

You lean in, pressing your palm flat onto his chest as you stand on your tippy toes, your lips hovering in front of his as you close your eyes.

"No." He whispers, his large hand moving to the back of your head to stop you from falling back. "You're drunk."

You huff, opening your eyes and looking at him through your lashes. "So what? I know what I'm doing, Shota."

The man's fingers lace in your hair, caressing your scalp gently as he looks in your eyes, the look on his face far softer than you've seen.

"If I kiss you, I want you to remember it." His tone is so... affectionate. Soft. As if he wants to make sure the words don't hurt.

"Please stay." You look in his eyes again, pleading. "Stay on the couch, please. Just don't leave. Don't leave me."

After a moment, he nods, moving his hand out of your hair and to the small of your back. "Let's get you ready for bed."

Once you had your pajamas on, brushed your teeth and did your skincare, you hand Aizawa a pillow and blanket for the couch, giving him a soft, still intoxicated smile.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Sleep well." He lays down on the couch, pulling his phone out to scroll as he lays the blanket on his body.

You don't remember going to bed, but you do remember the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you closed your door.

The next morning your head is pounding, but apparently your guardian angel left a glass of water on your nightstand along with Advil. You silently thank this angel, taking a sip of the water with the Advil, sitting up on your bed. Salem is curled up next to you in bed - his usually spot.

7AM.

Quietly, you open the door from your bedroom, peering into the living room, looking for Aizawa. The blanket was neatly folded on the couch along with the pillow.

No Aizawa.

You sigh, your hand pressed to the doorframe as you feel the sadness seep through your pores. He really left in the middle of the night?

Of course he did. He owes you nothing. He's just your colleague, coworker.

When you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wake yourself up, you hear your front door open.

With your toothbrush in your mouth, you walk out to the living room, eyes widening when you see the figure at the door.

Aizawa. With a bag of bagels and coffees.

"Good morning to you too." He says flatly, putting the breakfast and coffees on the counter as he takes off his shoes.

When Salem heard Aizawa's voice, he hopped off the bed and walked over to him, rubbing along his legs. You raise an eyebrow, watching the interaction.

Coming out from the bathroom after finishing brushing your teeth, you raise an eyebrow. "I thought you left."

"You thought I would leave without saying goodbye?" He presses his palm to his chest, feigning pain. "I'm not that kind of man."

"Well what else was I supposed to think? You took me home, helped my drunk ass get ready for bed, and I even tried to kiss you. I wouldn't blame you for escaping." You look down, sighing as you feel the embarrassment from last night. "I'm so sorry, by the way."

Aizawa didn't respond, only getting plates and napkins from the cabinets, opening a few to see where everything is. "You're awfully organized."

"I know." Slowly, you walk up to the kitchen island, leaning on the counter as you smell the savory aroma of the bagels, grabbing your iced coffee from the drink tray. "You remembered my coffee order? We've only gotten coffee together once."

"Yeah." His back is to you, his reaction unseen as he puts the bagels on plates, your eyes wandering to his broad shoulders, cascading down to his waist.

Breakfast was spent together, talking about the past week of teaching and enjoying each others company. With Aizawa, you can be yourself. Effortlessly.

When you finish your bagel, you lean your palm onto your cheek, letting your eyes wander to his gaze, a soft smile on your lips.

"What?" He his tone is lighter than usual, not as stoic and flat.

"You have cream cheese on your lip." You smile softly, reaching your thumb out, hovering over his lips. "May I?"

He nods, leaning his head towards yours slightly, his dark eyes looking down into yours as your thumb gracefully presses to his bottom lip, wiping off the cream cheese.

Bravely, you bring your thumb to your lips, tongue darting out to taste before pushing it into your mouth, your lips wrapped around your thumb as you keep your eyes on his.

Aizawa's face turned slightly pink, but his expression was still solid.

You stare at him, speaking softer than before as your body leans in slightly closer to his.

His heartbeat slightly increased, his head tilting slightly to the side. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Fuck, his voice is like velvet.

"The fact that I'm not drunk right now." You clear your throat, giving him a lazy smile. "And I still want to kiss you."

A noise came from his throat, it sounded almost like a purr. His eyes are hypnotizing, half-lidded as he leans in, bringing his large hand to your cheek.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, letting his thumb gently caress your cheek.

When you nod, he doesn't waste another second.. He presses his plush lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss. His hand slides down to the side of your neck, letting his fingers gently wrap around. His thumb grazed the front column of your neck, earning a soft noise from you.

When he heard the noise, he needed more. You let your hands press to his chest, gripping his shirt between your fingers as you part your lips slightly as your lips move in time with his.

You felt his fingers press gently against your throat, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he takes a sharp breath through his nose, deepening the kiss.

"Sh-Shota." You mumble against his lips, pulling his shirt to get him closer to you.

"Mm?"

"Bed. Please."

Aizawa's hands must have been crafted by the Greek Gods themselves, they fit perfectly on your body as he slid his palms from your neck to your ass, lifting you up as he stands, one of his hands grabbing your thigh to wrap around him. His lips stayed on your skin, kissing your neck, chest, the valley between your breasts - like he was addicted.

Once he opened the door to your bedroom, to your bed that was left unmade, he gently laid you down on your back, his eyes wandering over your figure before crawling on top of you.

You both hear a soft meow - Salem at the door looking for attention.

"Sorry kid, I have to give your mommy some special attention." Aizawa gently shoos him from the door, closing the door gently before turning his gaze back to you. "Where were we?"

Aizawa's lips tasted like black coffee, his natural scent invading your senses. You couldn't keep your hands off of him - from his jawline, across his stubble, his chest, biceps, no part of him was off limits.

Contrary to his stoic appearance, he's a very attentive, caring lover. His hands cascaded down your body, occasionally bringing them to your thick thighs, squeezing the skin as his tongue slips into your mouth.

Your fingers run through his wavy black hair, moaning into his mouth as you grip on the inky strands. You could feel him hardening above you, pressing his pelvis against your thigh.

"Sh-Shota." You let out a soft moan as you wrap your leg arond his waist, his hand instinctively moving to your thigh to assist you.

"Yes, kitten?" He fucking purred, moving slightly back as he looked in your eyes.

You couldn't speak, your mouth just hangs open slightly as you watch him take a hair tie from his pocket and pull his hair back. His front pieces of hair fall around his face before he leans down again, kissing your lips softly before moving his lips to your neck.

"You've always been so shy, kitten." Aizawa mumbles into your neck, biting it after his new nickname for you. "I've been waiting for you to make a move."

You furrow your eyebrows, closing your eyes as you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him more space to assault your neck.

"Why didn't you make a move first then, Eraser?"

"I didn't know if that's what you wanted." He pressed a kiss to your jawline, then your ear, then your lips as he smirked.

"You're the worst." You close your eyes to stop yourself from staring at him, biting at your lower lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"I'm the worst? I don't think you mean that." Aizawa smirks, a dirty smirk - one that you'll never forget. He lowers his body, moving down to your stomach as he pushes your oversized tshirt up, kissing your bare stomach gently as his hands pull your sweatpants down. "Is this okay?"

You nod, not able to get words out as you watch him pull your sweatpants all the way down, throwing them on the floor before his fingers hook on the side of your panties - black lace.

"These are cute." You could hear the smirk on his lips as he kisses the lace.

"The worst." You whine, your fingers pressing into your palms as your eyes roll back.

"Look at me." His voice is muffled against your thigh as he looks up at you. You look down into his beautiful dark eyes and nod, a sharp breath escaping your nostrils. "I want to see your pretty face when you come on my mouth."

He wasted no time pulling down your underwear, discarding them to the side as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, nestling between your thighs.

Your hand found it's way to his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as you feel his lips get closer and closer to where you need him the most. Your hips bucked as you squirmed, his lips planting wet kisses on the inside of your thighs before his nose grazed your slit - a smirk on his lips. The slick covered the tip of his nose, causing you to shudder.

"She's excited to finally meet me."

Fuck you, Shota Aizawa.

He plants a soft kiss near your clit before pressing his tongue flat along your slit, dragging it down before devouring you.

Your fingers gripped his hair as you felt his magical tongue inside you, like you're his last meal. Your hips bucked slightly, causing him to hold onto your hips, keeping you still.

"Eyes on me, baby." He mumbles against you, the vibrations making your toes curl. This man knows how to use his tongue and you envy any other woman that's gotten to experience this.

He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them as he starts pushing them deeper.

"Shota, fuck, please -"

"Please what, kitten. Use your words."

"Don't stop, y-you're perfect." Your eyes roll to the back of your head while Aizawa drinks in every moment.

Your thighs start to shake in a way that makes him squeeze your skin, not breaking eye contact as he sucks on your clit while plunging two digits in and out of you.

He can feel your spongy walls tighten around his fingers, signaling your orgasm approaching.

"That's right, baby. Come for me. Make a mess." He mumbles against you, his fingers moving faster and faster.

You start to see splotches of white in your vision, trying your best to keep your eyes on him as you come, but you're overcome by the pleasure he's giving you.

He never stops sucking, licking, and finger fucking you through your high. "Thats it kitten. You taste so good." His low, sultry voice vibrates through your entire body.

When you finally open your eyes, Aizawa rises up, your slick glistening on his plump, pink lips. You suck in a sharp breath as your chest rises and falls, your eyes never leaving his as he crawls on top of you, his hand moving to his own pants as he palms himself through the fabric.

"Let me-" You reach your hand out to touch him, but he shakes his head.

"Baby, I can't not be inside you any longer." In one swift movement, he slides his pants off, along with his boxer briefs. He takes his length in his hand, letting the tip graze your still sensitive post orgasm pussy. "My girl is still so sensitive, hm?"

You let out a whimper, your hands pressing to his shirt as you pull on the fabric, pulling it over his head. His hair is in a now messy ponytail, thanks to your fingers, and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay?"

You look down at his length in his hand, and fuck, he's big and girthy. You nod, swallowing some spit that gathered in your mouth.

Shota Aizawa is an attentive, communicative lover. He doesn't speak much outside of the bedroom, but inside - god damn.

He slowly guides himself inside of you, his eyes rolling back as he feels your spongy walls grip him, swallowing him.

"That's it, kitten. You're taking me so well." He used his free hand to run his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheek as he pushes his hips into you, filling you entirely to the hilt.

"Sh-Shota, -" You gasp as you feel him in his entirety as he plants a soft kiss on your parted lips.

"I'm gonna start moving, baby." He grunts, moving his hips to create momentum, his hand still caressing your cheek. "You're fucking perfect."

As he picks up his pace, you get lost in the pleasure. You feel like you're one with him, unlike any other parter you've had.

Aizawa keeps kissing you through this, mumbling affirmations as his own eyes roll back.

"So tight. So perfect."

"She takes me so well, like she was made for me."

"I've dreamt about this pussy."

Next thing you know, he has you in a mating press. Your legs at your head, his thick cock sheathing into you, watching him disappear inside of you.

His pupils are blown as his his jaw hangs open, completely in a trance as his hands wrap around your ankles, pushing them down.

"Sh-Shota -" You're breathless at this point, struggling to make a cohearant thought.

"I know, baby. I-I'm close." His dark eyes roll back as he thrusts become more messy, his hips almost stuttering as he empties himself inside of you.

As he climaxes, his dark brows furrow and his eyes roll back, a truly beautiful sight.

As your insides become coated in white, Aizawa finally slows down, with one last slow, deep thrust inside of you before he pulls out, rolling onto his back. He brings his palm to his forehead, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe I deprived myself for so long." He finally spoke, his red dusted cheeks fading slightly.

When you turn to look at him, he has a love struck, dumb ass look on his face. An uncharacteristic smile on his face as he pulls you closer to him, kissing your temple. "You're perfect."

Your insides truly feel rearranged. After some time, both of you falling asleep but waking back up soon after, he pecks your lips gently.

"I won't be depriving myself anymore." His voice is soft as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your hand find its way to his hair, letting his ponytail down as a soft hum leaves your lips.

"You better not."

About 15 minutes later, you both hear a soft meow at the door, followed by sounds of claws on the door. You're laid on Aizawa's bare chest as he traces random shapes on your skin.

"Sorry kid, daddy had to take care of mommy." Aizawa smirks, kissing your temple before pulling his underwear on, padding to the door and opening it, letting Salem into the bedroom.

[redisthenewblue]

TINKER-Twisted Wonderland x Tinkerbell!Yuu/Fem!Reader Part 4

Part 3

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The fairy stirred in her sleep, tossing and turning because of the relentless knocking echoing through the night.

“Who’s knocking at this hour?” The girl rubbed her eyes, feeling a bit frantic.

She rolled off her bed and landed on the cold floor with a thud. [Name] groaned as she hit the ground. “Whoever’s out there is gonna get it,” she muttered, dusting off her nightgown and slipping on her fuzzy slippers before quietly making her way down the stairs. Suddenly, she spotted sparks of blue fire and a tuft of black hair.

“Who the heck is here at this hour?” Yuuken grumbled, clearly annoyed.

“That's what I was thinking,” [Name] said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

“It’s me, Ace! Just let me in, okay?” Ace’s muffled voice called from outside the door. Yuuken and [Name] sighed, and she turned the knob, flinging the rickety door open to reveal the boy sporting an obnoxious collar.

“Ace? It’s the middle of the night! W-what is that collar?!” Grim exclaimed, staring at the boy in disbelief.

“I can’t go back to Heartslabyul House. I’m joining your dorm. For good,” Ace said, leaning against the wall defiantly.

“No way?! I’d recognize that collar anywhere. It’s the same one that psycho put on me at orientation! What did you do to end up with that?” Grim asked, raising an eyebrow at Ace, who simply shook his head.

“I ate a tart.”

“You… ate a tart?” Yuuken echoed, his disbelief evident.

“Seriously?” [Name] blinked, struggling to wrap her head around the idea that someone would get collared for a tart. She burst into laughter, falling back and clutching her stomach. Ace looked annoyed; he was hoping for at least a little sympathy.

“Could you maybe stop laughing?” Ace mumbled, looking down in embarrassment. “I was a bit hungry, so I went to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge. Three whole tarts! And they were huge!”

[Name] finally calmed down from her laughter.

“And... now here I am.”

“So... you’re both terrible? The dorm leader sounds worse than [Name]!” Grim chimed in.

[Name] shot Grim a look that clearly said, ‘You better watch it.’

“You don’t think it’s crazy for my magic to be sealed away just for eating ONE slice of tart?! For a mage, that’s like being tied up and unable to move! And there were three whole tarts! THREE! It’s not like he could eat them all by himself! Come on, you know this is messed up!” Ace fumed.

“I guess...?” Yuuken hesitated, unsure.

“I’d be just as mad if someone had taken my food,” [Name] shrugged.

“What kind of wishy-washy answer is that?! And seriously, [Name], you’re supposed to be on my side!” Ace protested.

“Yeah, but… I mean, if there were three of them, they were probably meant for a party. Maybe it was someone’s birthday or something? Look at me, I’m like a master detective!” Grim puffed out his chest proudly.

“A birthday party, huh…?” Ace mused.

“That would make sense,” Yuuken added quietly.

“Man… I thought you guys would be more sympathetic! I’m a victim of the housewarden’s tyranny here!” Ace lamented.

“Glad I didn’t end up in that dorm! I’d hate to be in your shoes,” [Name] teased the orange-haired boy.

“But you stole food! That’s not cool!”

“For once, I’m with the furball on this one!” [Name] agreed, her wings jingling in excitement.

“Stealing food is a serious offense,” Yuuken chimed in.

“Aw, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

“Tomorrow, you need to go apologize,” Yuuken suggested, finally straightening up and returning to his serious demeanor.

“You don’t mess with another guy’s meal… Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!”

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re getting that… You didn’t need it anyway.” The fairy poked at Grim’s furry belly with her foot.

“Okay, okay! I get that I should apologize. But you’re coming with me, [Name] and Yuuken. This was your idea, after all.”

“Fair enough,” Yuuken nodded. [Name] was taken aback. Why was she being dragged into this mess?!

“Huh?! I didn’t even—”

“Anyway, do you have a place for me to crash tonight?” Ace interrupted.

“You were serious about that? Outside of my bedroom, this whole dump is covered in dust. So if you want to crash, you better start cleaning!” [Name] said.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, [Name]. I’m really slim. I won’t take up much space.” He nudged her, but she just stared back, causing him to pout.

“You wish.” [Name] turned her back to the boys and marched back to her room.

“Well, fine. The sofa it is. Night!”

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[Name] was totally in love with her uniform. She fiddled with the cute bow tie before adjusting her socks, admiring her reflection and giving herself a little spin. Then she paused, blinking as she pressed her skirt down in embarrassment, slowly turning around to check herself out.

“[Name], are you—” Yuuken stood at the door, his jaw hanging open. The girl’s usual glow turned a deep shade of red, a mix of anger and embarrassment.

“GET OUT! WHY DIDN’T YOU KNOCK?!” she screeched.

“Yes, ma’am!” Yuuken quickly slammed the door shut, leaving [Name] to calm her nerves.

“Oh my sevens,” she groaned, patting her face with her hands. “I just want to jump off a bridge right now.”

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“Move it! Out of the way! Night Raven College student coming through! Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It’s way better than the one you’re stuck with! You know, the one that keeps you from using magic? But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!”

“You’re so humble, Grim!” [Name] shot back sarcastically.

“I think he’s suffered enough, Grim,” Yuuken added.

“Grrrr! Trust me, Grim, once I get my magic back, you’re the first one I’m coming for!” Ace shot back, glaring at the cat.

“Didn’t the headmage JUST tell you yesterday to cut out the incidents? Besides, you won’t be able to participate in class if you can’t use magic. So why not just apologize to the housewarden? It’s a small price to pay to get that collar off,” Deuce advised.

“Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” Ace growled, yanking at the collar around his neck in frustration.

“I hate your whining more than you hate that collar,” [Name] said, casting an irritated glance at him.

“Hmm. You know, we still have some time to kill before class starts. I’m kinda curious about the other dorms. Guess I’ll go check them out while you do the whole groveling thing,” Grim said, tapping his chin with his paw.

“Since when did this turn into a field trip?!” Ace groaned.

“Field trip? More like a break! The boys have been staring at me like I have three heads.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re the only girl in the school?! Plus, you’re like the size of a magic pen!” Grim teased, poking her leg.

“I may be the only girl in the school, but I’m not the only girl in the world! And, for the record, I’m considered tall by tinker fairy standards!” The fairy’s wings flared up bright red as she turned around and flicked fairy dust at Ace and Grim.

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“Wow, this place is seriously nice! It’s like a whole different world compared to our cramped little dorm,” Grim said, taking in the surroundings with wide eyes.

“Hey, our dorm’s just a little rough around the edges, okay?” Yuuken chimed in, almost trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

“Yeah, ‘a little rough’ is putting it lightly,” [Name] added with a smirk as she trailed behind Ace and Deuce towards the garden.

“Yesss! Time to get my paint on!” a voice suddenly called out from the garden.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Grim said, surprised.

“They’ve got to be all red, or it’s ‘off with my head!’” the mystery boy shouted back.

“Wait, I feel like I’ve heard this somewhere…” Yuuken murmured to himself as he processed the boy’s words.

[Name] shot Yuuken a confused glance. “Did you take something while I was napping?”

“Huh...? You guys need something?” The orange-haired boy paused his painting to look over at the group.

“What exactly are you doing?” 

[Name] facepalmed at the obviousness of the question. I mean, come on, with the red splatters everywhere and a paintbrush in hand, it was pretty clear.

“Are you serious? I'm painting these roses red, obviously.”

“Why on earth would you do that?!”

Deuce had a point; why change something that already existed? This dorm was definitely quirky.

The orange-haired boy just chuckled. “Ah ha ha! So clueless, you really put the ‘n’ in newbie! Hold up, I know you guys! You’re the ones who shattered that billion-thaumark chandelier and almost got kicked out! And you—” he pointed at [Name], “—you’re the cute girl everyone’s been talking about!”

[Name] couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. Maybe she was kinda cute after all. She smiled at him, making her fellow first years stare in disbelief.

“Wow, you are cute. Especially when you smile,” Ace said with a snicker, only for [Name] to grab him by the collar and push him back, her expression turning neutral again.

“Oh, knock it off,” [Name] rolled her eyes.

“And you! You’re the one who scarfed down the housewarden’s tart that night! You guys are like, the hottest topic on campus! I need to get in on this fame train. Mind if I grab a quick selfie? I’ll tag you all on Magicam!”

“I’m Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“I'm Grim, and that’s my sidekick, Yuuken.”

“[Name],”

“Uploaded! Awesome! Oh, I’m Cater Diamond, by the way. I’m a junior here at Heartslabyul. Just call me Cater or Cay-Cay if you’re feeling wild! So nice to meet ya!” Cater flashed a peace sign.

“Nice to meet you too,” Yuuken said, trying to keep it together.

“Wait, you’re the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? I can’t believe you live there! It looks like a total wreck on Magicam. No filter could save that place!”

“Hey, all you’ve done is throw shade at us!” 

“Whoops, my bad! I’m losing track of time! The party’s tomorrow, and if we’re not ready, it’s ‘off with my head!’ So, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?” Cater called out, referring to the first years as “kids,” which made [Name] fidget a bit, her wings twitching defensively.

“Uh, why exactly are you doing that?” Ace asked, puzzled.

“Because red roses are way more Instagrammable! Or... something like that? Then I have to get everything ready for the big croquet tournament, which means I need to paint all the flamingos too.” Cater sighed dramatically.

“Wait, why are you painting flamingos?!” [Name] exclaimed, fairy dust fluttering around from her outburst.

“Now it’s all coming together, Ace! That tart you munched on must’ve been for the housewarden’s birthday, which is why he flipped out!” Deuce said, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head.

“Hm? Oh, no, it’s not Riddle's birthday,” Cater replied, leaving everyone even more confused.

“It’s not? Then whose birthday is it?” Ace asked, scratching his head.

“It’s no one’s birthday. Tomorrow is our dorm’s traditional unbirthday party! It’s this special tea party we throw when nobody has a birthday—if the housewarden feels like it,” Cater explained.

“And why do you even do that?” Ace pressed on.

“More questions! Listen, I need these roses to be red, like, yesterday! Can’t you guys help out with some magic or something? Oh wait, Ace is on magical house arrest and Yuuken’s just a regular guy, so you three will have to stick to paint.”

“Recolor the roses with magic,” Deuce repeated, trying to wrap his head around it.

“Never done that before, can’t say it sounds easy.”

“Same here,” [Name] added.

“Chill, it’ll be fine! You got this! Just try to do it before I lose my head, okay? Thanks!” And with that, Cater dashed off, leaving the first years in a whirlwind of confusion.

Taglist✨: @itwaszzmoon , @brights-place

Sorry for the short chapter😓 I’ll post some time tomorrow!! Thank you for reading💚

[marscardigan]

through the valley, part ii

ellie williams x reader

part i part iii part iv

summary: what if Joel didn’t lie? what if there was more people immune? more people like ellie? more people like you?

word count: 7.2k

warnings: this fic doesn’t follow the original plot from tlou part II. canon typical violence.

Ellie was fucked up. She didn’t know what to do. Was it a better option to answer to your questions or rot alone in that cell? She didn’t know if you weren’t alone now, or if she was the one who was. Behind those walls, she didn’t hear anything. How much time had passed? She still had some wounds open. Who were you?

After trying - and failing - to sleep to kill some time, Ellie gave up. “Hey!” She shouted, her throat dry. “Scar girl!”

She waited for a response. For the door to open. But still, silence won. “I will tell you everything you want, okay? Just… come here!” Her arms were sore. “If you still are here” she finally whispered.

A couple of minutes passed, and the redhead lifted her gaze. Your head appeared slowly, approaching her. Without saying a word, you knelt in front of her. Ellie swallowed, looking at you. You had bags under your eyes, but the same irritated expression, although you tried to hide it. With a tired sigh, she nodded, waiting for your questions. You still hesitated.

Twenty-four hours had passed since you were alone in Haven, and still no one came back for backup. You couldn't sleep either, scared that this girl may escape and kill you. Still, you wanted answers. You needed them to move on. So here you were, in front of her, and with a knife hidden in your back pocket. "Your name" was all you whispered. She awaited, biting her lip. "Ellie"

You later discovered she came from another state, alone, seeking revenge from a group of wolves. She didn't know who you were, but you kept your walls up. You told her your name, and she repeated back as if it were a mere secret between you two. When you felt contented with your interrogation, she seemed to have some questions for you. But you ignored her, offering a single cup with some water. You should kill her. She murdered a decent amount of people from the community. What were you going to do now with her? Let her free? Let her kill you the first second she'd have the chance?

You needed to think. You needed to leave. So that's what you did, you ignored the pleads from the redhead and closed the cell again. You climbed up to the roof, and spend the rest of the night staring at the moon. Was it selfish to take profit of the situation and escape? Was it bad to feel okay after seeing that many corpses of people you knew? Was it worse to not feel bad for them?

The following days, you kept visiting the cell, offering small portions of food and water in exchange for information. Ellie asked multiple times for you to take the chains from her wrists, but you were still scared. You saw with your own eyes what she was capable of doing. She promised you could have her backpack, the guns and even informed you about the small shiv that rested inside her left boot. With an exasperated look, you ended up agreeing. Something in your gut told you to trust her. Her gaze didn't seem threatening, only lonely. She thanked you, breathless. You took away her shiv, and sat down by her side. You were still waiting for her to attack when she turned back to you to finish a piece of bread.

"How did that happened?" Your index finger pointed at the scar hidden between the leaves of her tattoo.

She didn't answer at first, avoiding your gaze. "Chemical burn". Your fingers traced your own wrist, as you always did when you were nervous.

"Are you going to let me leave?" Her green eyes now looked at yours. "You will never know about me anymore" She promised, keeping her voice low.

"You need a boat to leave the island" Was all you said.

"I'll find something"

You didn't seem convinced. Why didn't you felt content? She seemed to take her words, you would be by yourself again. Alone, but safe. Until more people arrived. You would be okay. So why didn't you feel satisfied?

"You are a good fighter" It wasn't a question, Ellie knew that. But she didn't seem to answer, either. An idea came up to your mind, then.

"Alright" You stood up, grabbing her backpack and finding the right words to say to her. "I will let you out. With one condition" Ellie waited for you to speak, afraid of the possibility of changing your mind. "If you let me come with you"

Ellie opened her mouth, but no words left her lips. So instead of waiting for her response, you tried to convince her, "You are looking for some wolves to seek revenge. Fine by me, I will help you. I am, too, searching for men from the Washington Liberation Front. We will help each other, you are alone, and-" "Oka-"

"And, and I am good with the bow. Great, actually. I can sneak out, and I know some easy and fast routes around the city" You felt your nerves ran through your whole body, trying not to look at Ellie directly. You liked being safe, you liked being around the community. Those people would kill for you, they even died for your protection. But you wanted to run away from here. Was that bad? Was it bad to seek revenge from everyone who were involved in the murder of your mother? Was it bad for you to stay with the girl who ended up the lives of people you knew since you were a child? Why you didn't felt bad? And why you didn't regret saying it to her? You should feel bad. This girl was bad, and you were letting her escape. Worse, you were going with her. If your mother was here, she would agree with you. At least that's what your own head said to calm you down.

You were so focused on trying to make her agree, then when she did it, you didn't hear it. It wasn't until Ellie's hands found your shoulders that you looked at her. When did she stand up? When did she grab her backpack? Where was the shiv? You closed your eyes, gasping for air after the rant. "So?"

"Fine. You can come."

You open your eyes, but stayed static after her bare touch. Why were you so nervous? It was good she let you come. Right?

"I will help you, and you will help me. We will take advantage of each other's capabilities. After being done with them, you come back here, and I go back home"

A shout was heard outside. It was your name what was being shouted. You looked at Ellie, "stay here" you said before closing the door. You didn't lock it, though.

Looking through the window, you saw Lyra and Edmund came to you, searching for any wounds. "I am okay" You nodded, looking out at the gate to see if they came alone.

"Where are the others? Why are you here?" Lyra placed a hair behind your ear. You grimaced, not responding.

The shouts stooped after you left the room. Ellie didn't bother to stand up to grab her stuff. She tried to hear your conversation, but the only sound she now heard was the strong wind coming from outside. The door was open, she had everything she needed. She stood up, afraid of someone entering and finding her. So she grabbed her shotgun, and went up the stairs. Her breath stopped after finding your familiar figure in front of two bodies on the ground.

"I told you to stay there" You didn't turn back. Ellie didn't say anything, just stared at you, shotgun now dropped. "I didn't kill them. Just put them to sleep". Ellie might have underestimated you. That couple didn't harm you, she noticed. Something clicked in her head, then. The scared look the first time she saw you. How secured everything was. How important you seemed to be for them.

You stepped closer to her, grabbing your own bow. "We have a boat waiting for us"

Ellie almost asked right then who you really were, what was hidden behind that name of yours. After your scars. But the thought died in her throat. She nodded, and followed your steps.

[little-diable]

Late Night - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

Just a smutty drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. Xxx

Summary: Carlisle comes home late at night and uses her body just like she had asked him to weeks ago.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, somnophilia, cock warming

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (900 words)

It was late by the time he stepped foot into her apartment, careful not to wake her. He took his time as he undressed, mind torn between the past hours he’d spent at the hospital and the memories of this very morning.

The sound of (y/n)’s moans echoed through his mind, eyes hazy as she had stared up at him. His cock had perfectly fit between her breasts, searching for a quick release before he’d left for work. With her tongue pushed past her teeth, she had tasted him with every thrust, eager to watch him fall apart.

Degrading words had rolled off his tongue, calling her a cock-hungry slut while he had chased his orgasm. Her hands had pushed her breasts together, high on the feeling of his veiny cock rubbing against her soft skin.

Carlisle had to hold back a groan as the memory made his cock grow harder. Perhaps he should simply fuck his hand to the thought of her in the shower, washing away the day with his mind fully set on her. But then his eyes found (y/n)’s sleeping frame.

For a moment, he didn’t move. His golden eyes wandered up and down her frame, taking in the sight of her shirt barely covering her frame, exposing the pair of panties he loved seeing on her. Carlisle couldn’t hold back his groan, head rolling back to ponder over his choices.

Weeks ago she had given him the consent to touch her whenever he needed her, let it be while she was awake or sleeping. Back then he hadn’t paid her words much attention, knowing that he wanted her awake and riled up whenever he fucked her. But now his perspective had shifted, forcing him to step into the bedroom.

Carefully, he stepped out of his clothes, palming his hard cock a few times before he slowly pushed her thighs apart. He made quick work on her panties, pushing them aside to brush his fingers over her warm skin. With his eyes set on her peaceful features, he spat onto her cunt, using his saliva as lube while aligning himself with her heat.

Carlisle was close to waking her up, wanting to see her wide eyes staring up at him, but he kept quiet. He pushed into her, unable to hold back the gritty sound clawing its way out of him - all because of the way her walls felt wrapped around him. The second he buried his cock fully inside of her, he gave it a moment or two, wondering if she’d finally react. But (y/n) was still fast asleep.

He couldn’t help but wonder what she’d say to him, the words she’d moan if she were awake. Perhaps she’d comment on his size, and how he felt buried deep inside of her. Perhaps she’d choke on his name while begging him to leave some more marks on her body. Thoughts that urged him to move faster.

(Y/n) began to stir, finally, slowly reacting to the way he fucked her body into the mattress. A gasp left her the second her mind managed to rip her out of her dream, staring at Carlisle who smirked down at her. The sound of his cold skin meeting her warm one reverberated through the room, accompanied by her whimpers and his groans.

“Carlisle,” she moaned his name, heavy arms finding their way around his neck. “Feels so good, oh god.”

He gave it a few more thrusts before he momentarily pulled out of her, using her sleep drunken state to his advantage as he flipped her around. Without another warning he pushed back into her from behind, hand coming down on her ass to mark her up.

Another high pitched moan left (y/n) at the feeling, trying to shuffle back against his touch while she pressed her right cheek to the warm pillow. His hand met her behind again, enjoying the way her breath hitched the second she felt the sting of his touch, knowing that she'd be able to feel it for hours to come.

His thrusts grew faster, set on an easy orgasm so that she could fall back asleep soon after. And the way her heart picked up its speed, forcing adrenaline to thump through her veins like a storm rolling ashore, told him that she was about to soak his cock with her release.

(Y/n) let go of another whine as she came, eyes squeezed shut, teeth about to draw blood from her lower lip. His hips kept meeting her pulsing flesh, wanting to cum while he stayed buried inside of her for hours to come. Her hand reached for his, interlacing their fingers seconds before he came with a groan.

“I should have known that I’d love this as much as you do, darling,” his heavy murmurs drew a breathless chuckle from her. Carlisle slowly shifted them around, pressing (y/n)’s back against his chest while his cock stayed buried inside of her, connecting the two in the most intimate way while she searched for a few more hours of sleep.

[chxrrysangel]

Deer in Headlights

Pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings | friends to lovers?/secret third thing, handjobs, Steve is kind of a sub here, cum swallowing, technically voyeurism,college baseball player! Steve, dub con in some ways

A/N | we return to writing while zooted (rip TikTok). Not proofread for obvious reasons. What’s on the page is on the page

You checked your watch as you paced along the sidewalk, a firm crease in your forehead as you panicked.

6:17

Steve should’ve been out of practice nearly an hour ago. After your long day of classes, all you wanted to do was go home and relax. But you couldn’t when a certain friend held your keys hostage.

You made the mistake of letting Steve borrow your car over the weekend while Eddie fixed his. He was supposed to pick it up today, so you agreed to drive him to the mechanic after baseball practice.

You eyed the door to the men’s locker room, debating your chances. It would be embarrassing if he wasn’t there alone, unable to show your face again at any of his future games. You sighed begrudgingly, putting on a brave face and pushing through your fear.

You listened carefully for a few seconds, not hearing any footsteps or chatter. It was eerily…silent?

“Steve?”

As quietly as you could, you made careful steps across the large tiles as you began your search. There wasn’t a single sign of life until you reached the last row, stumbling upon a duffle bag in front of an open locker #17 - Steve’s.

“Harrington?,” you whisper-yelled, too nervous to scream in case someone came across you. You continued walking through the area, until you reached the showers. You blood ran cold, stopping abruptly as your breath hitched.

Just a mere 15 feet in front of you was Steve, completely unaware of your presence as he showered. His back was turned to you, the broad expanse of shoulders making your cheeks feel warm. Considering his status as a baseball player, his ass was certainly stellar. You were staring, but you were too entranced to look away even if every part of your body screamed not to.

Something in you refused to let you close your eyes or turn around, stuck ogling like a pervert. Suddenly he turned around, letting the water rinse the soap from his hair. Your eyes cascaded down to his cock, as if it were instinct.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

He was long and girthy, hardly even erect and yet still impressive. It looked heavy, which did nothing to impede your racing mind. The thought of his blush pink head sitting heavy on your tongue made your thighs clench with need.

This is so inappropriate.

You were too busy staring that you were oblivious to Steve’s eyes opening across from you. He yelped in surprise, pulling you out of your trance with a screech. Your face grew warm with embarrassment, now wishing the earth would open up and swallow you whole.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You glanced down at his dick again, swinging as he expressed his surprise.

You averted your eyes towards a sign on the far right wall, not wanting to further embarrass yourself.

“I -um, I was looking for you so I could get my car keys. It’s getting late, Harrington, and some of us wanna get home.

You heard his curse under his breath, sighing as he turned off the water.

“Shit, I forgot. Sorry. I’ll be out in a few.”

You scurried out of the locker room into the crisp fall air, willing yourself to calm down before he got out. But all you could think about was how desperate you felt to have your close friend’s dick down your throat.

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The car ride to Steve’s place was awkwardly silent. Eddie needed another day, which wasn’t what you hoped for. You could hardly look him in the eye at a stop light, and your voice wavered every time he tried to make conversation. If Steve didn’t know better, he’d believe you were upset with him. But the truth is, you were upset with yourself.

“Wanna come upstairs with me? Maybe have a drink to celebrate getting through the week?” You started to decline, but his eyes looked too hopeful and suddenly you found yourself turning off the ignition.

Steve moved out as soon as he was able to. His parents were always busy, so having his own space was always his normal. Only now, he has his own space in a way he prefers.

The routine was instinctual at this point: drop the keys in the bowl, jacket on the hook, shoes by the door. You never thought about it much anymore, the instructions becoming muscle memory from how frequently you spent time there.

You followed Steve down the hallway towards his bedroom, something you’ve done probably a thousand times. Only this time it felt different, intimate even. It was an odd feeling.

“Be right back.”

Steve leaves you alone with your thoughts, eating you alive as you sit on his bed. Everything was the same to your recollection, even if you’d only been here as recently as two weeks ago. But upon the events of the last hour or so, you felt different.

His arrival with two glasses of mixed drinks pulls you out of the trance, putting on a fake smile that seemed convincing enough. You took a sip, the concoction familiarly strong. It could hardly be considered “mixed”, on par with Steve’s usual ratio. Normally, you might whine that he’s trying to get you plastered before the weekend arrives. But today proved to need some reprieve.

“I saw you staring”

You mildly choke on your drink before feigning innocence. It was extremely wishful thinking, but you hoped that pulling the goldfish brain card might make him go easy on you.

But your best friend's face only showed signs of mischief, a smug grin stretched across his lips. It was frustrating to be this close to a guy with his dick on your mind. You were friends, you had to keep reminding yourself.

He set his drink on the table, wrestling with his thoughts before speaking.

”If you wanted to touch it, you could’ve just said so. No need to fantasize.”

What?

You whip your head towards him, seeing no vitriol or cunning in his eyes. He was serious. He began to unbuckle his belt, feeling a complete lack of anxiety as you stared in shock.

“Steve what are you—”

Your throat felt dry as you stared at his crotch, a growing bulge in his jeans making you throb.

Before he unzipped his fly, he looked at you for confirmation.

“Do you want me to stop? We can forget this ever happened.” Instinct took over as you gaped, shaking your head. The slow reveal of his cock as he pulled down his boxers felt like an eternity. You watched with need as his length slapped against his lower stomach, making you whine desperately.

“Do whatever you want.”

Your warm hands gripped his base,trying to judge the best amount of pressure before making slow hesitant strokes. You heard him let out a shaky gasp for air, whispering a curse under his breath.

”That’s agh that’s good,” he stuttered.

You watched his features with a curiosity that made his dick jump.

“Fuck, keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum.”

You tighten your grip and increase the pace, earning a whimper that sounded like he was on the verge of crying. Steve whimpered out almost intelligible pleas, crying about how good your pussy will feel wrapped around him and how long he’s been wanting this.

“Shit—fuck, doing so good.” You gathered a slob of spit, watching it slowly dribble onto his tip.

The pearls of pre cum that seeped from his tip made your mouth water, prompting you to change your tactics. Feeling less shy than before, you kneeled down between his legs and Steve thought he might die. Watching you sit there, staring at his dick with pure want did something to him.

Without any warning or indication, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck. You focused on suckling the tip, using one hand to guide his head along your tongue and the other to play with his balls.

“Agh, so warm so fucking wet,” he stammered. He was in a daze, unsure and uncaring of how much sense he was making. The base of his spine tingled as he watched you lick the underside of his shaft. Steve was a mess, grinding his hips upward into your hand for more friction and drooling like a bitch in heat.

“Fucking fuck! I’m gonna cum, please let me cum,”he begged.

His high pitched wines were music to your ears, encouraging you to keep him feeling good. He was hysterical.

“Wanna bust in that pretty fucking mouth. Can I do that, please?”

He was practically gasping for air, unable to steady himself with the constant stimulation. You made no move to remove yourself, instead sucking harder and using even a little bit of teeth. That sent him over the edge, his hips stilling as he came along your tongue.

Despite the simplicity of it all, Steve looked throughly fucked out. He watched with pride as you swallowed his cum, almost working himself up again with the mental imagery of what he’d do to you.

[al-1-na]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

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The first dinner with Drew had turned into another, and then another. Before long, evenings spent talking and laughing at small-town diners shifted to long walks on the beach after late-night shoots. Drew made you feel like the years apart had never happened, like you’d simply pressed pause on your story, and now it was time to hit play.

But it wasn’t all easy.

You’d been hesitant at first, guarding yourself against the “what-ifs.” What if he was just being polite? What if this was just nostalgia? And worst of all, what if falling for him again only led to more heartbreak?

But Drew? Drew was patient.

He took his time, making sure every touch, every smile, every word he said left no room for doubt. He wanted you to know he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

One night, about two weeks before the production was set to wrap, Drew showed up at your rented cottage with two cups of coffee and a bag of takeout. It wasn’t unusual—he’d been doing it for weeks—but something about the way he lingered in the doorway made your pulse quicken.

“You’re not going to let me eat this alone, are you?” he asked, holding up the bag with a playful grin.

You rolled your eyes, stepping aside to let him in. “You’d think a big-shot actor would stop bribing me with food.”

“Hey,” he said, setting the bag on the counter, “it’s not bribery if it works.”

You laughed, shaking your head as he unpacked the food. But as you sat across from each other, the usual teasing and banter gave way to a quieter, more intimate energy. Drew watched you closely, his eyes tracing every detail of your face like he was memorizing you.

“What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

He leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. “Nothing. Just thinking about how crazy it is that you’re here. That we’re here.”

You felt your cheeks flush, the warmth spreading all the way to your chest. “Yeah. It feels… surreal sometimes.”

Drew reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours. “You know, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you something. Something I should’ve said years ago.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the air between you growing electric. “What is it?”

He hesitated, his thumb tracing circles on your hand. “When you left, I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I didn’t want to hold you back, and I convinced myself you’d be better off without me. But not a day went by that I didn’t miss you.”

Your breath hitched, his words cutting through the walls you’d built around your heart.

“And now that you’re here,” he continued, his voice low and steady, “I can’t stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if I’d fought for us back then. If I hadn’t been such an idiot.”

You stared at him, your throat tight with emotion. “Drew…”

“I’m not going to mess this up again,” he said, his hand tightening around yours. “Whatever it takes, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I just need you to tell me if you feel the same.”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned across the table, your lips brushing his in a kiss that felt like coming home.

Drew stood, pulling you to your feet as the kiss deepened. His hands found your waist, anchoring you to him as the rest of the world faded away.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you again,” he murmured against your lips.

You smiled, your hands tangling in his hair as you whispered, “So what took you so long?”

The night stretched on, the two of you wrapped in each other as you talked about the future—your hopes, your fears, and how this time, you’d make it work.

When Drew finally left in the early hours of the morning, he kissed you one last time at the door, his forehead resting against yours.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered. “I’m not letting us fall apart again.”

And as you watched him walk away, your heart full and your future bright, you knew he meant it.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @maybanksgirl69 @raeven-marie43

[sheepispink]

i did it yall ✋🏽🙂‍↕️🤚🏽

hybrid! reader x tf141, but they’re nocturnal and ghost HATES it

As an owl hybrid, you harbored incredible hearing and used it to your advantage, along with your night vision. The only issue with this fact was that your animal side was nocturnal. Thankfully, you’d trained your human side to follow the schedule of a regular soldier back in your rookie days, but with more stressful missions coming about sometimes your hybrid side would peek through, giving you instinctual bouts of insomnia, of a sort. Naturally, this led to the captain introducing a curfew for the team, though actually designed for you.

Tonight, you couldnt get an ounce of sleep no mattter how many times you twisted or turned or even ruffled your feathers. It seemed near impossible, a feeling in your chest driving you with an insatiable need to explore and potentially hunt. Your wings spread as you stand, stretching out to their full size before relaxing. You often tucked them behind you, as it was more convenient but with the lack of people around it was more than normal to let them stretch for a bit. As you make your way to the common room, your bleary eyes finally readjust to the surroundings and you instantly notice the clink of a glass as it settles on the counter. Having now rubbed away the sleep in your eyes, you can faintly see the outline of a familiar mask, only the white bone marks showing despite your night vision.

He doesn’t bother waiting for your greeting, stepping out of the kitchen towards where you stand; your wings unintentionally form a curtain around your body— like a blanket almost. “You know the drill, back to bed, bird.” You mentally groan, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm. Of all the people to get caught awake by, the Lieutenant was by far the worst option. Not only was he practically the epitome of stoicism, but you’re convinced that he just has everything against you. Thankfully, it’s not in a ‘hybrids are disgusting creatures’ way, but more of ‘you’re a rookie and you need to be better’ way. After all, your training sessions with him are no joke. Despite that, you aren't particularly scared of him, despite the infamous reputation of the mask he wears. No, not when you know well that the Captain has far more authority over him— and over you too but that’s besides the point.

”But Lt…” You complain, flopping back on the small couch in the common room, intrigued by a packet of biscuits there. “You know I can't sleep, it’s not fair.” As expected, he doesnt take well to your excuses, only rolling his eyes up at you before snatching the biscuit pack. He places it on a higher shelf than usual, ensuring you can't have it. “Don’t care, go back to bed.” He tugs you easily off the couch, pushing you lightly towards the door.

“Aren't you awake too?”

“Do I get sleepy and grumpy during training?” You want to say yes, because you know damn well that he’s acted particularly grumpy once after getting minimal sleep. Then again, he is right about you getting annoyed during training. Regardless, even if you go back to bed, you won't be able to sleep anyways, the instinctual urge will probably just make you climb your walls. “I don't wanna just stare at the ceiling. C’mon, I just wanna walk around a bit. I won't stay up all night.”

He raises a brow at that, knowing damn well what happened last time he caught you up at this time and then he takes another step towards you, causing you to back up. “Told you, I dont care. Back to bed, now. Or i’ll carry you and duct tape you to your bed” He backs you against the door, but you’re desperate now and running on three hours of sleep. That also means you arent thinking sane in the slightest. And so, you cross your arms over your chest, a frown curving your lips.

“I’m telling Price on you.”

”You wouldnt dare.”

He stares at you, almost a challenging glare in his eyes and the bird inside you squirms, almost excited. It’s been a while since you’ve ruffled your feathers properly and this seems perfect. “Watch me.” You grin, and before he can react you’ve turned on your heel and dashed down the hallways. “You little—“

The heavy clacks of his boots start to pick up behind you, but you dont care, wings growing larger before spreading straight behind you in a way that’s almost streamlined. The height of these hallways are too low to fly, so you’ll have to rely on your legs for now. “Get back here—“ He’d growl if he was part animal too, but all he can do is grunt as you turn around another corner. He can see you rapidly approaching Price’s door now, almost barreling into the wood as you quickly knock. Awake as usual, Price calls you in and you turn at the last moment to flash him a cheeky grin before darting inside.

“You basta-“ He huffs as he stands in Price’s doorway, watching you sitting on the edge of his bed as you frown all innocently. “What the hell is going on here?”

He can only grumble, his hand grasping the door frame as Price frowns at him, clearly more amused than anything.

“He’s being mean to me— he wouldnt let me get a glass of water.”

Price looks back at you and then at Ghost, raising a brow at the man despite an amused look in his eyes. He clearly found the situation laughable and even Ghost couldnt retain his anger much longer. Still, he persisted, insistent on keeping the routine.

“They’re the one who's causing a racket. It’s way past their curfew! They should be asleep.”

He whisper shouts, eyes narrowed at his captain behind the surgical mask. Price just sighs, pushing the papers away; it was clearly time they all hit the hay. “You do realise that’s all our curfews? If they have to follow it, we do too. You shouldnt be up.”

“I dont care. They should be in bed—”

Price is about to laugh again when he hears a soft snore in the room, both of their gazes shifting to where you were behind Price’s swivel chair. You were still on the bed but now your lips were parted, hands in an almost starfish position as you laid on your back. His little chase with you had knocked the insomnia right out, leaving you snoring soundly beside Price until the sun shone once more.

[venusbyline]

Gwayne Hightower — Merciful Gods (1/3)

chapter one

— summary: Gwayne Hightower is back in King's Landing. Just as you are willing to try to avoid your uncle at all costs, he is more than eager to finally show you the price for his silence.

— pairing: Gwayne Hightower x niece!reader

— type: dark

— chapter's warnings: female!reader, dark!Gwayne, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Hightower Incest (uncle/niece), dubcon, dubcon touching, sexual tension, degradation, violence, face-slapping, sexism, argument, referenced non-con voyeurism, referenced accidental voyeurism, referenced fingering, religious conflict, religious guilt, corruption kink, age gap (older man/younger woman), gaslighting, manipulation, curse words, referenced character death, prince regent!Aemond mentioned, dark content, sub!reader, dom!Gwayne, canon divergence. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Merciful Gods is a threeshot series. It involves dark content about religiosity (The Faith of the Seven), incest relationship and women's repressed carnal desires.

— author's notes²: Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

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"Well... you are here again, princess."

The voice you had been avoiding hearing during the last few days echoed off the walls of the Great Septa, your hands shaking as you remained silent and continued focusing on your prayers.

Since Jaehaerys' death, you accompanied your sister Helaena and your mother to the Septa then the three of you could beg to the Gods for forgiveness and for their kindness too, asking them to have some mercy on your family in the midst of all that war. You would kneel and pray for hours, lighting candles and focusing on your thoughts, even though Helaena was distracted, whispering random sentences that made no sense to anyone but her.

However, you could not blame your sister. No, you really were not in a position to judge her for not focusing on the Gods, not when you were also lost in thoughts.

Unlike Helaena, who had a broken mind since her son's cruel murder, you were distracted thinking about futile things. Sinful things, to say the least. Something that went against everything you learned about the Faith of the Seven.

"Do not be such a rude little girl, niece. I am talking to you."

When the footsteps approached where you were, you sighed and closed the eyelids. "I am trying to concentrate myself, uncle Gwayne."

Your words came out shakier than you would have wanted, a mocking sound escaping from Gwayne's lips as he continued walking over to where you were kneeling. Even though you had the eyes closed, you could hear his presence covering your shadow, his boots finally coming to rest next to you.

The slight smell of sweat and wet grass indicated that Gwayne returned recently from his daily training. Since Rhaenys's attack on Aegon, Aemond assumed temporarily the reigns as the Prince Regent and was orchestrating yet another attack against Rhaenyra's allies. You did not know so much about the whole situation, since your mother was willing to keep you and Helaena in the dark when it came to the more bureaucratic part of the Green Council. Everything you realized on your own was that your brother Aemond was not in his right mind, and he almost seemed to enjoy taking on the responsibilities that once belonged to the older boy.

"And you were concentrating this time?" Gwayne asked you with a sarcastic voice, which made you sigh again and open the eyes, raising the face to stare at your uncle and his large and imposing presence, standing very close to where you were kneeling and quite vulnerable.

"I always concentrate."

Considering how broken and high-pitched your voice sounded, it was no surprise when Gwayne raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk. "Oh, that is true? So you are a rather... Faithful to the Gods' little girl now?"

Your cheeks that were once only a little warm due to the countless candles around the Septa, heated even more at Gwayne's words, some specific memories filling your mind while you stuttered in search of any convincing answer, but you could not found nothing.

Gwayne took advantage of your silence. "You know, dear niece... I still remember how cunning you were two years ago. Always mumbling about not understanding why you needed to come to Septa so often, but at the same time doing anything Alicent demanded. Pretending to be her perfect daughter."

Your face turned pale upon hearing your uncle's words, a part of you tensing at the direction of that conversation, already understanding very well what he was implying. The hands that had been intertwined throughout the prayers loosened and you placed them on top of your own lap, taking a deep breath and facing the grown man. But there was another side of you that was feeling attracted to what Gwayne was saying. Like a stupid moth to the flames.

That was a part of your conscience that you did not dare admit to anyone, not even to yourself. You wished to keep blaming the lit candles to justify the heat burning inside your veins, blame them for making you so breathless and paralyzed.

And you could mentally blame whatever you wanted, actually. Either way, in the end, both Gwayne or yourself would recognize the truth. Both of you would recognize the emotions that you had been trying hard to deny during the last years.

"How would my sister react if she knew her sweet daughter was touching herself at the Great Septa two years ago?"

Your uncle's degrading but honest words froze your blood and you immediately stood up from where you were, eyes wide and staring at him with disbelief. Before Gwayne had a chance to calm down, you were about to run away from the sacred place. Away from the Gods. Away from him.

Your attempts to escape failed as soon as Gwayne's large hand grabbed your wrist, his years as a knight making it easy for him to catch you, like you were a simple little mouse begging to escape from a predator.

"Do not you dare open that pretty mouth to cry out, sweetheart." Gwayne placed his palm over your lips, preventing any sound asking for help. His free hand released your arm and moved to your waist, pressing your smaller body against one of the pillars while you squirmed. "You thought I forgot, did not you? You thought I would not remember how you cried and begged me not to tell anyone about your dirty little secret?"

The knight let out a low chuckle as he watched your violet eyes fill with crystal clear tears that did not take long to start running down your rosy cheeks. He could feel the warm radiating from your body, the way you moved against his hold...

Gwayne lowered his face, kissing and licking the little quantity of your skin that was exposed due to the necklaces you wore. Ever since you saw Jaehaerys' body after his death, you had been wearing more accessories than usual, feeling a discomfort in your throat every time you pictured your nephew being beheaded and with his head sewn on afterwards.

Your uncle did not seem to care about any of this, just nibbling you roughly enough that you whimpered under his palm, but not hard enough to let marks that would make clear to the entire King's Landing about the unholy act he was committing against you.

Or that the two of you were committing it together.

"You stopped fighting."

Then you realized that he was right. That you really were not moving against him anymore. Your body was still tense under the touch and the tears continued to flow like a current. However, there were no more desperate movements.

"You want this, do not you, niece? This is why you keep coming to pray here at the Septa. Because you feel dirty for desiring carnal acts." He removed the hand covering your mouth, allowing you to say whatever you wanted. Or even scream if you wanted to.

No ask for help was even considered. "I do not... I do not feel dirty. I am not dirty."

His mocking smirk was playing on his face. "Are you sure about that?" Gwayne asked, now caressing your chin, his other fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts covered by the green velvet dress. "You seemed quite dirty in my eyes during that night. Rubbing your pretty little cunt and fucking your fingers inside it, so close to the altar and letting out pathetic moans that you swore no one would hear."

"It was a mistake!" You growled lowly after letting out a soft whining, heart racing due to his caresses. "It was just a mistake, uncle. I was younger, I did not understand the true matter about the Faith of the Seven. I was bored and—"

"And you believed that touching your cunt before their eyes would make your religious duties more interesting?" His evil laugh echoed through the holy temple, as did your moans. "You looked like a whore."

Faced with such cruelty, the world stopped for a few seconds. Whore. You looked like a whore. That was what Alicent called Rhaenyra. It was the type of woman that your brother Aegon fucked every week. They worked in filthy brothels and sold their bodies to earn enough money to feed themselves at least. They were disgusting. Cheap price, most of the time. And they were dirty. Dirty and promiscuous women. Stained and condemned before the Seven.

Your heart sank and you did what you never thought you would need to do someday. Your hand collided with Gwayne's face with a considerable violence, his face turning to the other side, letting go of you at the same moment with shock and fury.

Neither of you moved for the next two seconds. You remained still, normalizing your breathing while Gwayne now was staring at the ground, swallowing hard and clenching his jaw.

When Gwayne returned your gaze again, a chill ran down your spine. The big and almost always charismatic eyes now held a darkness that you had not seen up close in another man other than Aemond or Daemon. It was dangerous and scary, for a moment you flinched against the pillar, like a helpless fawn.

"You will regret this, dear niece." The warning was the last thing Gwayne said to you before leaving the Septa, the gates closing with a thunderous sound that made you kneel once again, lighting a candle and begging for mercy immediately.

[quilly72]

Hitomi let curiosity win her over. She pulled her husband's laptop out of his bookbag after he had left it behind. He was always so protective of it and she had always been oneto snoop.

Her husband still wasn't due for another hour so she opened the case up. The bright screen flashing across her face as she typed in his password. She filled in the prompt as the screen unlocked. "You think after 7 years he would change it" she smirked.

The pages flew open several tabs and searches restoring their progress as Hitomi watched them flash across the screen. She surveyed the landscapes as she motioned the mouse over the options.

Tax reports. Billing notice. Steam account. Gmail... "Weird"

She fumbled over the final tab hidden in the background. Giantess.

She opened the tab as it popped forward. The search engine showing several graphic pictures more than likely her husband's porn. She backed up. Going back several searches as she shielded her eyes. "Is this really what he looks at."

She kept backing up till a website popped up. No more pictures just an ad.

"your wish is my command" she read the website title

A green button floating in the middle of the screen. Underneath a picture of her that had been imported.

She scrolled down. "Are you sure you want to continue" her husband had obviously never pressed the button apparently growing self aware.

Meanwhile Hitomi hovered over the button. This is what he wanted maybe she should indulge his fantasy. Without thinking she clicked the button. The computer flashed brightly blinding her as it lost power.

The computer fell of her lap to the bed as she shot up off of it. "What the fuck was that" she rubbed her arms as her skin crawled and tingled. She moaned as her body strectched and released energy.

"what's happening" her body began shaking. Her skin trembling. Her legs wobbling as she felt vertigo rushed her head. Her eyes full of panic as she trembled. Her skin her body it felt electric to the touch. Her body feeling Wave after wave of static rush past it. Her vision tunneled inward. As she braced her body. "Help me" she winced as she felt her body tighten and pressurize like a bomb.

Her face contorted as she wrinkled her nose.her eyes clasped shut as she sputtered and whined.she leaned against the wall as her legs grew weak. Her body heating up as her energy began rapidly piling onto her.

"mmm mmmm ahhhhmm. Help I'm gonna help someone it's HEEeeEELLpp"

She shrieked as she shot up.

Her shirt shot up her body turning to an overburdened crop top as her torso lengthened. Her legs shook as her yoga pants tore in the back. The fabric thinning against her thighs and calves.hef hips surged wider as her pants slid up her legs. Her calves exposing themselves as she winced.

Hitomi tried to recover her breath as she felt her bra pop off underneath her shirt. Her cups surging forward lifting her shirt off her body. Her bra falling at her feet as she gasped. Her eyes opening wide as she stared at the ceiling.

Hitomi stumbled as she adjusted to her new height.her clothes constricting her movement."how tall am I how did this".

Her body tightened again her body heating up."NO NOT AGAIN PLEASE"

Hitomi braced against the wall. Her former 4'10 body now resting at 5'10"

Hitomi shook and gasped as she heard a car pull into the driveway. The whites of her eyes exposing as she gasped in. Her body heating up rapidly as she trembled. Her knees whacking I to each other. Her legs indented Inward as if to cover her pussy. Her feet slid across the floor as her body rocked back and forth. She clasped her face shut as she groaned. The pressure building up. Every muscle growing tighter. Her skin strectching against her body. Her bones seemingly spasming inside of her. Her entire body building up energy as she struggled against it "no no no please no I can't do this what am I gonna do what am I gonna wear pleeaas..."

She shut her mouth as she yelped. Her body surging with wave after wave. Tears formed in her eyes as she struggled. Her head rushing with vertigo again. She gritted her teeth her face wincing as her energy built up. Further bigger larger "FUUUUCK"

Hitomi shrieked again as she shot up 2 ft at once. Her body barely under 8 ft as she heard the door open. Footsteps charging upstairs. Her shirt popped off. Her massive tits ripping it down her back as her yoga pants caved in. Shattering to smithereens amongst the ground. Her panties following suit as the tore off into the ground.

She heard the doorknob. Fumble as she grabbed a towel. Her head resting at her new height as she wrapped it around her. "Don't come in"

The door flung open her husband standing in shock he stumbked forward as he reached out a hand silently. Hitomi grabbed it as she leaned forward and bent her knees. "Help me"

"how did you do this"

"the computer I unlocked if and hit the button on the ad and it just..."

She winced her body heating up again "it's not stopping. Please"

He. Nodded as he raced towards the computer.

Hitomi gasped as her body began pressurizing quicker than before. "It's speeding up"

She grunted and moaned through gritted teeth. Her nose wrinkling as she crinkled her toes. Her arms pressing against the wall as she braced. Her body shook the room as she struggled for breath. "Can't stop help it's building up I'm gonna GROW"

Hitomi flew up. Her head bumping the ceiling before she fell to her knees. Her body shaking the room again. Her towel unravelled off her body as she fell. Her legs sprawling out backwards. Her ass billowing over her legs as she sat down. Her boobs filling her vision as her husband grew distracted.

"wedonthave time for this".

He shook himself as he focused on the computer typing furiously.

Hitomi rested at 12 ft tall. Kneeling she was still taller than her husband as she felt the energy build back up. "Shit not again"

It nearly overcameher all at once as she yelped. The energy billowing over her. She moaned through pursed lips as she spasmed. Her legs knocking desks and chairs over onto her. The bed next to her groaning as she bumped into it. Her eyes clasped shut as she felt her body tense up.

Mmmmm mmmm too much

Ahhmmpf ahhhh help ahhhh hurry.

Her energy built up her body heating up as she continued to whine and moan.

Ahhh ahhh it's happening ahhh AHHH AHHHHHHHFUUUUUCK

She orgasmed as she surged 8 ft taller. She fell to all 4s as her back pressed into the ceiling. Her body rushed over the bed splintering it as her husband bounded back into the corner. Hef body taking up half the room as she curled into a ball. She peered over her shoulder as he slipped out the door. "Wait DONT KEAVE ME HERE YOU HAVE TO FIX THI..."

"FUCK NOT AGAAIIN "

Her body trembled and spasmed. Ahhhhmm her legs pressing against the walls her back bending the ceiling as she stuffed for room ahhhhhh.

She pressed against the roof trying to force it open with no luck "commme OooOOooNn.

Her body locked up as it pressurized her face clasped shut against the pressure.

Mmmmmahhh ahhhhb not again plEeeasaEe

I I can't keeeeep groOoOwing AAAAAHHHH"

Her body flattened against the ground. Her head and feet billowing through both walls. Her legs dangling outside of her house as the neighbors stared. Her head stuck in her loft as she tried to free herself. Her ass cracking into the attic as her back pressed against the ceiling.

Before she could even try anything she heated up again.

She barely even tried as she approached orgasm. Her shriek piercing the air as her house collapsed around her. Rubble raining around her as she felt herself cum over the wreckage.

She looked at her surrounding as she sat up. Her head soaring higher as she orgasmed again. She cooed as she shot up. Her legs growing I to the couldesac the neighboring houses creaking against her ass. "I'm sorry I think I'm done" she said at 75 ft tall unknowingly as her husband pressed the button again as hedrivedkwn the free way.

[midnight--sadness]

for angsty headcanons - if gi-hun found himself going through post-partum depression, how would he handle it? how would inho help him?

so, i need to start this by saying that i, personally, have never had post-partum depression but i know women who have.

now, gihun is, at least, 50 when has children with inho, if we go by canon, and research shows that advanced maternal age contributes to ppd. and gihun canonically suffers from depression, which increases the risks for post-partum.

i hc inho to be a very prepared parent, so he read all the books and knows this might be a possibility but he never actually took it into consideration.

gihun gives birth to the twins (another hc of mine) and as he holds them in his arms, he feels kinda detached. he's happy they are healthy and he loves them so much, but it is like he is looking at another person's children, not his.

weeks pass and he doesnt feel better.

in fact, he's worse. he feels guilty all of the time, like he isn't doing a good enough job taking care of them, worried that something is wrong with him, convinced that they deserve a better mother. he's hopeless, trapped in a spiral of doubt and fear, unable to sleep or eat, crying at every turn or sitting staring at the walls for a long time.

inho notices, of course, and he tries to convince gihun to see a doctor but he refuses, claims that he has done this before with gayeong and nothing had happened to him. "it's jsut baby blues, they'll pass".

i think gihun would finally go to a psychiatrist when, one night, the twins are screaming and inho is out on a grocery run, and gihun cant get them to calm down. his presence seems to be making them worst and he, for a second, thinks of leaving them on their bassinets and getting out of their house. he's so convinced that he's a bad mother that he thinks his babies will be better without him, that inho would prefer it if he was dead - he might as well be, since he cant even make a simple decision like what onesie to put on the babies. he actually sets them down and is about to walk out of the house when inho arrives. inho asks him what he is doing and gihun stays quiet, crying silently as the twins continuing screaming their little lungs out. inho grabs gihun's wrist and brings him to the babies, picking one up and again asking gihun where he was going. and gihun, seeing the baby calm down immediately, says that he was leaving, that inho is a better parent than he'll ever be, that the babies hate him and he cant connect with them, and that inho hates him too for being a terrible mother. inho calms him down as much as he can, saying that gihun is wonderful and no one hates him, that the twins love him so much and he, inho, loves gihun so much.

it's a wake up call and they schedule for gihun to see a doctor. he's put on medication and it improves his mood a lot. he joins a support group and their friends help more with the babies, especially junho who practically moves in with them. slowly, gihun gets better. he bonds with the twins and the day he feels confident enough to be left alone with them for a few hours, inho is so proud of him that he tears up.

[silverynight]

A tamed wild hashira

Lemon, explicit

Maybe Zenitsu is right and Tanjirou can't befriend every single person he meets, no matter how much he wants to.

Although he still refuses to believe it; Zenitsu says that if he keeps trying to do the same thing with the wind hashira, he's gonna end up killing him.

Tanjirou pouts as he heads towards the butterfly estate for a while, maybe his friend is right and he should give up. Although he still made ohagi for him as a last attempt.

The situation is really confusing to him; Shinazugawa is constantly trying to fight him and he has no idea why.

Tanjirou leaves all the ohagi he made in the kitchen and tells Aoi and the butterfly girls to give it to Shinazugawa when they see him.

He goes to his room; he has one all to himself now. After he leaves his stuff, he helps the kakushi around and does some chores before taking a bath and going to sleep.

He usually takes care of Nezuko or plays with her, but right now she's with Urokodaki for safety reasons.

The butterfly estate is very quiet that night; most of the slayers are training with the Pillars and the kakushi are with the few ones on patrol.

His side of the building is empty, but he doesn't mind; perhaps he can sleep for a couple of hours for once before going to train on his own.

Tanjirou doesn't remember his dream, although maybe it's because his body was on alert and at the first noise of someone sliding the door open, he wakes up and he moves off the futon immediately.

"You heard me?" A shadow mocks him in the middle of the room. "Not bad."

The hashira walks into the moonlight that comes from the window and Tanjirou sighs; he wants to rest for once and can smell so much irritated energy coming from the Pillar he's not sure he wants to deal with that at the moment. Sometimes, he thinks that if he just released all that aggressive energy (without hurting anyone) he'd be a lot nicer.

Maybe he just needs to train more with the other hashira.

Then, Tanjirou smiles when he smells the ohagi coming from Shinazugawa.

"You ate the ohagi I made you? I'm so glad!" Tanjirou beams, feeling genuinely happy. Maybe this means they can finally be friends, right?

Shinazugawa takes a couple of steps closer and growls.

"I DIDN'T ASK YOU TO GIVE ME ANYTHING!"

Honestly. Tanjirou starts thinking that this might be a lost cause.

"But I wanted to!"

Shinazugawa hisses and the redhead braces himself for an attack; actually Tanjirou is going to headbutt him again because he wants to go back to sleep.

"WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID OF ME?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of!"

Then, when Shinazugawa jumps, Tanjirou hits him on the forehead with his and the Pillars falls on the floor.

For a moment, Tanjirou thinks the wind hashira looks back at him, impressed, but then he growls again before getting back on his feet.

Suddenly, Tanjirou finds himself against the wall, cornered by the angry Pillar.

He really wants to go back to sleep.

"Why are you here?"

Those grey eyes stare back at his with so much heat, Tanjirou doesn't know what to think. It's like Shinazugawa is burning inside. The redhead can practically feel the tension between them.

"I can't stop thinking about you because you're so annoying!" He snarls, baring his teeth at him. "I know if I defeat you I will be able to get you off my head!"

Tanjirou sighs again... it seems another fight is inevitable, but he doesn't want to destroy anything in there.

"Let's go outside, alright?"

The Pillar narrows his eyes even more and doesn't move an inch. Tanjirou notices that the door is closed.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

He leans closer before he bites Tanjirou's neck. Actually, the bite doesn't hurt a lot, Shinazugawa doesn't put too much pressure on it; it's just a warning.

However, Tanjirou feels something... there's a shiver down his spine and a warm sensation that spreads all over his body that prompts him to let a weird sound out of his mouth.

It doesn't sound like he's in pain. On the contrary.

They both freeze as Tanjirou starts turning pink. Shinazugawa's eyes darken suddenly and the tension between them shifts to something the redhead doesn't quite understand... yet.

"I'm sorry... maybe we should go outside?" Tanjirou insists, still embarrassed about what happened.

Shinazugawa takes a few steps closer without looking away from Tanjirou, almost like he's in some sort of trance.

That's when Tanjirou's feels the Pillar's body against his. The man has a lot of muscle under that uniform.

It makes Tanjirou shiver. His face is getting hotter.

"Do that again," the wind hashira demands and Tanjirou puts both hands on his chest to prevent him from getting closer, but it's worse because he touches bare, warm skin.

"W-What?" Tanjirou asks, even though he knows exactly what he wants.

"The sound."

He shakes his head.

"Just once," Shinazugawa's voice changes suddenly; it's deeper and intimate somehow. Completely different from what it sounded like a couple of minutes ago.

"It's not like I can do that just because you ask–"

Teeth sink into the soft skin of his neck again, but this time it's different, this time it's playful, not aggressive and not with the intention to hurt. It's barely a nibble.

Tanjirou moans out loud and does it again when a tongue licks the bite afterwards.

Everything changes between them at that moment.

"Listen, m-maybe we should–"

"Please."

Tanjirou almost chokes at the word that comes from Shinazugawa's mouth, he knows he probably hasn't said that in a long time, maybe never.

The thing is... Tanjirou wants to keep going too, but he's not sure if it's the right choice. All of the Pillar's irritation has vanished suddenly, only to be replaced by a deep desire.

Tanjirou finally knows what's that spicy scent coming from Shinazugawa; it's always been there, but it was hidden under annoyance.

His body relaxes suddenly and he blushes even more because of what will come next.

"Okay."

Shinazugawa presses their mouths together then; the kiss is intense, he shoves his tongue inside Tanjirou's mouth like he's been starving for it. He pushes and licks like he's going into battle, growling in approval when Tanjirou makes little sounds every time he licks his teeth or deep inside his mouth.

The hashira's hands are everywhere, pulling Tanjirou's shirt and taking off his pants.

"Wait," Tanjirou stops him, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be the only one naked."

Shinazugawa smirks before biting Tanjirou's earlobe and pushing him back towards the futon.

He gets rid of his uniform quickly and Tanjirou gasps when he sees that he's very much hard already.

"Uhh..." He can't think of anything to say because suddenly Shinazugawa's body is pressed against his and the skin to skin contact makes Tanjirou moan again.

He feels his own cock getting hard.

"Such a tiny waist," the hashira comments, grinning before putting both hands on Tanjirou's waist and moving his hips in a way that their cocks start rubbing against each other.

It feels amazing and Tanjirou can't help but make a needy sound again.

"Keep doing that for me, Tanjirou," he encourages him. It's probably the first time he has heard him saying something like that around him. Something nice and positive for once.

He's very attractive when he's not being aggressive.

Suddenly, the warm weight on him is gone and Tanjirou whimpers at the absence of it.

"Where are you going?"

Shinazugawa chuckles, looking for something in a night table. His body seems to be made of pure muscle mass.

"It's alright. I'll be with you in a second."

He comes back with a bottle full of oil.

"Sometimes they leave these in the rooms just in case." He explains to Tanjirou.

The redhead blushes at the implications, but at the same time it makes sense; the place is full of young people. Of course they're not the first ones to have sex there.

Then, Shinazugawa kisses him again; it's so weird to see him that calm and almost playful, but at the same time Tanjirou is sure he was like that before his family died.

As his lips slide down Tanjirou's neck, the Pillar pinches one of his nipples between two fingers, prompting Tanjirou to arch his back and rub himself against him.

"So responsive," Shinazugawa smirks, looking down at Tanjirou's body with hunger. "I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been like that during our fights. It's like your body has a mind on its own."

When he puts Tanjirou's legs over his shoulder, he knows what it comes next and he shivers in anticipation.

"I'm not going to be gentle." He warns him, eyes growing dark. However, it seems like he's giving Tanjirou time to reconsider.

"I can take it," he assures him. "Besides, I don't want you to be gentle."

His words make Shinazugawa's cock twitch in anticipation. He curses before biting Tanjirou's cheek.

"You're so fucking... perfect," he growls before sliding a wet finger inside him, followed by another right away.

This time Tanjirou's moan is even louder than before; having two fingers inside himself feels weird, but not in a bad way.

Shinazugawa smirks as he pushes those two fingers in and out Tanjirou's entrance. At some point, just a he licks a drop of sweat off Tanjirou's chest he uses his free thumb to press against the redhead's balls.

Tanjirou whines softly.

"Not good enough, apparently," the wind hashira observes as he adds another finger and twists the three of them inside Tanjirou until he presses a sweet spot that makes Tanjirou sob and almost scream in pleasure.

He should be more quiet, he should–

"There it is!" He grins before cruelly pulling all his fingers out.

"Wait..." Tanjirou pleads, but suddenly there's something bigger pressing against his entrance.

"You're so needy," Shinazugawa comments like it's a compliment. He seems to be enjoying himself.

With a quick push, Shinazugawa shoves himself inside Tanjirou. He tries to relax to take the hashira's dick in, as the initial burning sensation disappears.

"Shinazugawa-san..."

"My name is Sanemi and I want to hear you scream it," he hisses with pleasure as he starts pounding inside Tanjirou at a fast pace.

He told him he wasn't going to be gentle.

"Sanemi-san," Tanjirou moans, body moving as the other keeps slamming his cock against his entrance.

"Not enough," Shinazugawa says as he moves closer. He starts sucking one of Tanjirou's nipples without mercy.

A whimper comes from Tanjirou's lips as he moves his own hips in response. The friction is delicious and the sounds of flesh against flesh are obscene, but amazing and yet Tanjirou thinks there's something else missing.

Teeth sink into his shoulder and a shiver makes him arch in the exact moment Shinazugawa slams into him again. Tanjirou moans in response.

Tanjirou realizes then that Shinazugawa's stamina is insane; the pace is brutal, but he hasn't stopped since he started fucking him.

At least he's not the only one who'll end up with marks because Tanjirou's grip on the Pillar's back is so strong, he's sure he's drawing a little bit of blood. Shinazugawa doesn't seem to mind or care for that matter.

"Ah... aren't you–" suddenly, Tanjirou sees white as the other moves a bit and finally hits that spot inside him.

The sound that comes from his lips is something he has never heard before; Tanjirou blushes at his own response, but at the same he wants more of it.

"More!"

Shinazugawa chuckles, but he pulls out completely, prompting Tanjirou to whine as his eyes start to water.

"Shh... calm down. I'm not done with you."

The Pillar turns him around easily; it's like Tanjirou's weight is nothing to him. He manhandles him as much as he wants until Tanjirou's cheek is back on his pillow.

He's on his knees, with his ass exposed, but he's not nervous, even when he feels Shinazugawa spreading his legs apart.

There's a hand on his waist and another on the back of his head now, immobilizing him. Tanjirou knows that he can move if he truly wants, but he's enjoying the sensation of being at Shinazugawa's mercy.

He moans in anticipation.

He hears a chuckle.

"So impatient," but the wind hashira's voice breaks a little, almost like he's as desperate as Tanjirou.

When he thrusts his cock inside this time, Tanjirou screams. He's getting dizzy, but Shinazugawa doesn't give him time to enjoy the first wave of pleasure.

This time it's the hashira's turn to moan.

"You're still so fucking tight, even though you have had my cock inside you already. It's amazing." His voice is deep with want and hunger as he pounds into him fast and hard.

Fingers press hard against the soft skin of his waist and the hand on his head tugs his hair a bit as Shinazugawa slams himself deeper inside Tanjirou.

This time he hits the spot again and when Tanjirou whimpers he keeps hitting the spot even harder.

Tanjirou sobs, overwhelmed by pleasure as the other pulls out and right back inside.

"Sanemi-san!" He screams because he wants him to stop in order to give him time to recover, but at the same time he doesn't want to say the word.

Shinazugawa pounds into him faster and Tanjirou stops breathing for a moment as his vision turns white and he comes all over the sheets.

His body starts relaxing, but Shinazugawa keeps slamming through Tanjirou's aftershocks.

Shinazugawa turns his head around to kiss another soft moan from Tanjirou's lips as he comes inside him.

He collapses over Tanjirou, cock still buried in him.

The next thing Tanjirou knows is that he's empty again and Shinazugawa is gently cleaning them both.

He's so tired he falls asleep soon after, although he swears he feels a kiss on his forehead.

When he wakes up he's covered by clean sheets and there's a tray full of food next to him. Tanjirou turns around only to find Shinazugawa fully dressed, kneeling next to the futon.

"Did you bring me breakfast? Thank you!" Tanjirou smiles. He's not sure how to act around him after what happened and part of him expected him to go back to being aggressive, but it seems Shinazugawa is a lot relaxed around him now.

He nods, but doesn't say anything, cheeks turning slightly pink almost like he's shy.

"I wanted to talk to you about yesterday," the Pillar clears his throat as Tanjirou eats.

"Tell me. Listen, it's okay if you want to pretend–"

Shinazugawa growls, cutting him off.

"I... liked it. No, I loved every second of it and I'm not going to pretend like nothing happened," he narrows his eyes, almost like he's daring Tanjirou to say otherwise. "I want us to be... I want..."

He curses, unable to find the right words.

"I want you to be mine."

Tanjirou blushes at his bluntness, but it's not like he doesn't like the idea.

"You want us to be in a relationship?"

Shinazugawa nods, although it seems like he's not entirely happy with the word. Like he wants more.

"As long as you're mine and no one else's."

"Alright," Tanjirou blushes again. Wondering how he ended up in this situation. Yesterday morning he thought Shinazugawa hated him. "We can do that."

Shinazugawa leans closer, grabs Tanjirou by the back of his head and kisses him on the lips like he's starving.

"You're lucky I have to train a group of morons today," the wind hashira grins. "Otherwise I would've fucked you against the wall already."

Tanjirou turns bright red again and wonders if he made the right choice. He's not sure he will be able to survive being in a relationship with him.

"I'll come see you soon."

***

"Tanjirou! Tanjirou!" Zenitsu comes running as he's training in the butterfly estate. "The crazy Pillar has gotten completely mad!"

"What do you mean? Did he hurt Genya?"

"No!" Zenitsu rolls his eyes. "He's... he has calmed down a bit actually! It's so weird! Well, he still beats the shit out of us during training, but he gives us breaks now!"

Tanjirou can't help but smile, glad Shinazugawa is trying to be kinder now.

"Why are you making that face? He's still mean!"

"But he's trying to be better and that's all that matters!"

Zenitsu rolls his eyes and stares back at him like Tanjirou is the crazy one now.

"Anyway! What do you think happened to him?"

"Simple!" A couple of slayers approach them then, not even bothering to hide they were listening to their conversation. "He got laid!"

Tanjirou chokes, turning completely red.

"What?" Zenitsu says in disbelief. "Of course not!"

"We've been talking about it for a while," says another with a mischievous grin. "He just needed a good fuck to calm down!"

"Who would have let THAT fuck them? I mean HE'S TERRIFYING!"

Tanjirou looks anywhere but at them, although he's glad that Zenitsu's words make them reconsider.

"He has a point. I don't think anyone would be brave enough to approach him."

Tanjirou makes sure his uniform is in place, so no one can see the bruises on his body; even the ones on his neck are properly covered.

"Maybe he just ate something he really liked! I heard he likes ohagi!" Tanjirou says, regretting it immediately. It sounds ridiculous even to his ears.

"Maybe," says one of them, although he doesn't actually believe it. "Anyway, it doesn't matter! As long as he doesn't kill us!"

Once they leave, Tanjirou feels a lot better. However, the relieved smile on his face vanishes when he turns around and realizes Zenitsu is still there, staring at him with a suspicious expression on his face.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You don't believe the ohagi bullshit! You lied!" Zenitsu accuses him and Tanjirou feels terrible then. "You know something!"

"No," Tanjirou mumbles, biting his bottom lip.

"You lied again! What's going on? What happened? Did you fight the crazy Pillar again?"

"No," Tanjirou says and notices that Zenitsu relaxes somewhat.

"Then what happened?"

Tanjirou shakes his head, because he doesn't want to lie again.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Suddenly, Zenitsu's eyes seem to open wide. And then he makes an incredulous, almost disgusted expression.

"Tell me you didn't."

Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears.

"Let me see your neck!"

"No!"

Before Zenitsu can actually manage to unbutton the collar of his uniform a hand grabs him by the head with ease and throws him away from Tanjirou.

Shinazugawa looks murderous.

"Do you want to die?"

"NO, I'M SORRY!"

"Then don't touch him again."

Zenitsu nods trying to get up and Tanjirou swears his friend's jaw drops to the ground when Shinazugawa turns around and kisses Tanjirou's forehead before handing him a bento box.

"I'll see you after I train with Iguro and Tokito," he whispers against his hair. "Enjoy your lunch."

"Thanks, Sanemi-san!"

Shinazugawa throws one last glare in Zenitsu's direction before leaving.

Tanjirou waits for his friend to start yelling at him but instead, he smiles like a madman.

"You have tamed the beast!"

"He's not a beast!"

"This means you can control him now, Tanjirou!"

"No."

"Can you make him release me from his training? Come on, Tanjirou!"

Tanjirou sighs, already knowing Zenitsu will follow him for the rest of the day.

***

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[fortifice]

gep playlist explained.

safe and sound / taylor swift & the Civil Wars. thinking serval lullaby sort of vibes here. general war vibes is also very much gep coded in my brain bc fight fight war war.

would anyone care / citizen soldier. very much leaning onto the when you are strong for so long you are also suffering. people not seeing what he's enduring, how exhausting it is to push and push and the battle has no end in sight.

heavy is the crown / draughty. it's for this one verse specifically about soldiers for me, see those who are sent to war die like lambs sent to slaughter, the toy soldiers being the guard upon the preservations altar. there's a couple of other stray verses here which feel gep shaped to me. a shield always withstanding.

Army Dreamers / Kate Bush. there's alot of tiktok edits going around with this song rn and they're all regarding soldiers who die early and that's very guard shaped to me. the chorus is also showing what they could have been and what they won't be because they will die young, they will always die young.

Running up that hill / Kate Bush. again, emphasising the encouragement to not express how it feels, about how it does hurt, about how the deal they made is going to cost them their lives. and the if I only could make a deal with god to change their places being regarding those who have died and Gep could not save them.

hymn for the missing / red. this is very much grieving the lost, what it feels like to march on as a soldier when people you care about very dearly die and you see them die. the only place they meet again is in renditions of their death and life in dreams and it's just reaching for them but being unable to touch. you took it with you when you left being the bond and the happiness that others create in your life. scars referring to the ones that litter alot of gep's body from conflict.

little lion man / mumford and sons. the not as brave as you were at the start really does speak to the way Gepard was when he joined the Guard and was filled with zest for protecting and where he stands now, the weeping could be grieving. you know that you have seen this all before, death, death more death.

avalanche / bring me the horizon. Am I broken, what's the chance I will survive reflecting onto processing grief, what it means to exist beyond the death of comrades, what it feels to be broken for the first time. the square doesn't fit the circle is very much Gepard needing to fit the paragim that's been inherited by his name and how he's not the perfect fit. the whole chorus just really reflects on inner turmoil, I cannot think how to precisely articulate it but it's like, the shaking of his world to the core by death and fighting and anguish.

monster / epic the musical. this is very much self reflecting on the things he hasn't prevented, the supreme guardian's corruption, working in tandem with that and realising how much you stand for isn't what you thought it was. men dying, again.

ruthlessness / epic the musical. this is sort of a aha the vibes are there for me but it's also Gepard father reprimanding him for being weak willed when you listen to it in my brain atleast.

my goodbye / epic the musical. thinking conversation between Gep and his father, thinking about how not viewing others as assets and weapons leads to being soft, sentimental, that he did not teach him this way. Odysseus' s part in this is him talking back to him, telling how he's enduing every single death that occurs on the front lines, that his father is blind to that reality.

just a man / epic the musical. survivors guilt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

remember them / epic the musical. this is very much the preservation of the will of those who perish on the battle field, even the way he sings it really slams that home to me. the fire they continue to stoke is the will they preserve and the way they push on is for the sake of their fall brothers.

playing his game / death note musical. i added this last night thinking about sampard LMAO i don't have an excuse this is just sheerly the vibe of understanding each other getting under each other's skin.

[eskawrites]

today a very kind woman knocked on our door and asked if we liked living here because she’s thinking of moving into the building, and she was very sweet and it was nice talking to her but the reason she knocked on our door specifically is because she’s seen me, a loser nobody who has no life, either sitting on the patio writing or walking laps around the complex, and in that moment I felt so freaking called out about all my life choices

[todayisafridaynight]

[General fic. Jo Sawashiro and Masato Arakawa ft. Masumi Arakawa]

Sawashiro had joined the yakuza in order to reunite with the son he abandoned son Masato Arakawa, that much was clear. However, apparently he'd done too fine of a job gaining the senior Arakawa's trust and respect in the process: what would seem like a dream and perfect opportunity to some could only promise an awkward evening for Sawashiro as he was given the important task of babysitting Masato. By himself. When he had no experience whatsoever with children on his own.

But if Arakawa appeared to have enough faith in him, then what reason did he have to doubt himself? Plenty, really.

[keeps-ache]

w. hat am i sposed to do with myself now. dear lird